Heretic

Heretic - Soundgarden

Heretic burn at the stake

Witch yeah float like a log

Wine from the blade

On the night night of the full moon yeah

Voices that call spirits in waiting

Sharing the drink of the bond

A broth of roots and charms

Spells under a twisted tree

Heretic burn at the cross

Witch yeah float like a log

Flask over fire amongst cobwebs of cellars

Mixture that turns metal into gold

Bring life to the dying

Secret till the last words are told

Accused and convicted

For nothing I suffer your fear

Nailed to a burning cross

Heretic heretic

From life to death

You've been good

As for the past

Time will tell